Boku no Kanojo Sensei Volume 1 Prologue

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Prologue

This might be a bit sudden but I
definitely don’t like ‘teachers’. It might be okay to say that I
don’t like people that are called with that name. However, I’m only a
humble high school student, so I can’t exactly ignore them. Just like
the person in front of me, Fujiki Maka-sensei.

She is the most popular teacher in the
whole school with the name “Unobtainable flower”. Such an
old-school expression. Though, this beautiful teacher is standing
right in front of me right now with a serious expression—-

“Saigi Makoto-kun, I, Fujiki
Maka—-like you.”

……Uhm, wait a moment, please. A
confession……confession? C-Confession?! I-Impossible….! I was
confessed to?! By Fujiki-sensei?!

No no, really wait a moment, calm down.
Calm down, me. Listen now, Saiki Makoto, you have to remember. The
reason you came to dislike ‘teachers’. That’s right, you should never
forget about it. That was—

When I was in kindergarten, there was a
teacher that I really liked. She was really beautiful and smelled
really nice which was why I was always clinging to her. The rather
mature me made a ring out of flowers and gifted that to her. I
probably saw it in the TV, it was something that should be a
‘Engagement ring’, I suppose. That teacher happily accepted that ring
and played along with it. But—that teacher…..just a few days
later, she announced that she would marry soon….and left the
kindergarten.

That woman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You really did it now!—is what
the young me thought at that time but it really left behind a scar.
Of course, I’m well aware that she didn’t mean any harm with that but
that wasn’t all that obvious to me as a kindergartener.

Flashback, finished.

After that—-from grade school to
middle school, while I was slowly growing up, I didn’t manage to get
rid of this feeling. You might even call it that I was being wary of
every female teacher. And that was all because of that trauma. No,
it’s not really a trauma. Truth be told, it’s not like I hate that
kindergarten teacher any more. That event was merely the
trigger—–but my wariness concerning teachers is the truth.

Like that, I became a high school
student and even in my second-year—-I still don’t like ‘teachers’.

Even so—–even I just said that, I’m
being confessed to by a teacher.

It was a certain day in spring where the falling cherry blossoms symbolized the new school year. After school, I was called into a certain classroom. The person who called me was none other than my English teacher Fujiki Maka-sensei.

Weird, I don’t remember giving her a
reason to call me out here. Thinking about it…..yes thinking about
it! All of a sudden! All of a sudden she confessed to me! The one
person that isn’t good with teachers gets confessed to by one?!

“You seem to be in quite the shock,
Saigi-kun. Well, I understand that.”

The person in question is speaking
silly talk.

Fujiki-sensei—–likes me? If I
remember correctly, she became a teacher in her twenties while I am a
second-year student in Class A. When I say twenties, she should be
about 24 or 25, I suppose. That makes her about 7 years older than
me.

She doesn’t seem to be wearing that
much make-up, a natural beauty. Natural brown hair was hanging down
her back and her ears were barely visible. Her outer garments were a
dark blue and she was wearing a tight mini-skirt. Her slender legs
stretching out from that mini-skirt have gathered quite the
popularity on school grounds. Right now, she was standing in front of
the windows in the classroom. You could probably paint her like that
and sell it off as an art piece.

“I can understand that you might be
doubting me. Why would a dull male student like me be confessed
to—-something like that, right?”

“……………”

Although I can’t exactly deny the fact
that I’m not really a popular high school student, should a teacher
really say something like that to said student?

“…..And what the hell are you
doing?!”

“Fu, even I am not so sure about
that.” She laughed cynically as she came closer to me.

With quick movements, she opened the
buttons of her white blouse!

U-Uwa….A-A valley..! H-Her breasts!
Her skin, so white it’s shocking….and so soft looking…..! This
might not be the first time in my life that I saw such a cleavage but
these are the breasts of the most beautiful teacher in this whole
school….!

“H-How is it? I do have some
confidence in terms of size and form, you know? Ah, hey, don’t get
aroused!”

“So it would be fine if I don’t get
aroused?!” It’s true that I might be thinking something bad but I
clearly can’t be blamed in this situation!

Being attacked from this distance, I could even see her bra! Just what I would expect from a grown up; a simple, yet erotic mix of underwear….

“By the way, Saigi-kun.”

“W-What is it?”

“Depending on your answer, these
breasts might be yours to use how you want to…..?” She might have
been snickering but her cheeks were slightly flushed.

She could just tell me if she was
embarrassed….that being said, does something like that even happen?
An adult getting embarrassed because of a kid like me?

“No no, isn’t this a bit weird?! A
confession….were you serious about that?!”

“I wouldn’t confess to you just for
the giggles. Still, that was my first confession…..to think that
you would steal my first time…..”

“Uhm….” Can you not say such a
misleading phrase as you flash around your breasts right in front of
me?!

I know that I should be averting my
eyes but I’m a still growing boy so that might be a bit too much to
ask, don’t you think? Still, that was her first confession, huh. I’m
sure that if you were this beautiful, you would only be confessed to!

No, wait. Even if I trust her on that,
what now? Should I even trust her confession as a whole?

That’s right, there’s no way that the
‘Unobtainable flower’ would be confessing her love to me. Leaving out
the male students, she’s even crazy popular with her colleagues.
She’s not just a pretty face, but also a very admirable teacher.
Still in her twenties, her classes are very easy to understand.
Whether she was in the classroom, the hallway, the teacher’s room or
just walking around, it seemed like a scene out of a drawing. Even so
much, that no one dares to go on the offensive.

Aren’t you all just little
chickens?—is something I often think but it’s not like I can’t
understand their reasoning. She’s just so immensely beautiful that
it’s hard to approach her. Of course, I never once thought about
approaching her. I mean, she’s a beautiful teacher….a teacher, you
know? Of course, comparing her to other more aggressive teachers, or
the ones who only cry about their problems when they open their
mouth, she was a way bigger problem. In a certain meaning, the others
don’t have another side. Just as you see them, good-for-nothing
teachers all over. If only I paid attention to them, there was
nothing to be afraid about.

But, what should I do against her? What
would happen if I carelessly approached her? That’s why, I have to
take my distance from her no matter what. Even if she’s my home-room
teacher, I can just minimize the contact with her. At the very least,
that’s what I’ve been doing until now but….

Even though she’s supposed to be the
unobtainable flower, you keep showing me things I shouldn’t be able
to see so easily!

“O-of course…..depending on your
answer, I might even give you a part of my underwear as a
present….you know?”

“Even if I were to receive something
like that….”

I don’t feel like that’s the main
problem here either.

“Fu, you sure are stubborn, Saigi-kun. I even chose this deserted room so that I could seduce you a bit to make sure that you would give a positive reply…..How rude.”

“So the question of who exactly the
rude one is isn’t integrated in this conversation?”

Aren’t you thinking of me as merely an
idiot? Well, I really am one I guess.

While she was sighing in resignment,
she still came closer.

W-What is it? Wanna fight? I’ll just
say this upfront but I’m pretty weak. I don’t even have the
confidence that I could win against a girl.

“Okay okay, don’t be so on guard like
that. I won’t eat you.”

“Eh—–”

With one push, she pushed me down onto
a chair close by.

“Ahh, I feel so calm right now.”

“…….! I don’t feel calm at all,
though?!”

Just when I wondered what she was going
to do, she pressed her breasts on my head.

Her breasts…..! Her breasts are…..!
They are hitting my head, hitting my face!

“T-They are hitting me, Sensei!”

“What is? If you don’t say it out
loud and clear, I won’t know what you mean.”

“The things you’re strongly pressing
against me!” What is she saying while she just snickers to
herself!?

“You can stay like this when you
answer…or would you prefer it if I made you stand up while you
answer me?”

“F-Fujiki-sensei isn’t the type to do
that, though?”

And, it’s not like I’m an M.

“By the way Saigi-kun,
Kawarasaki-sensei let’s her students stand-up during her whole class
if they can’t answer a question.”

“I don’t understand the reason for
that….except she wants to have a feeling of superiority maybe.”

Giving teachers a rebellious answer is
something like a bad character trait of mine by the way.

This person called Kawarasaki-sensei is
one of these nasty teachers who’s asking the students impossible
answers, as some sort of bad hobby.

“It might be really clever to just
stay silent. At the very least, most of my students do that.”

“I’m not an idiot that would raise my
fists. I’m more of the silent-type.” Though, there might be a lot
of students that wouldn’t hold back against Kawarasaki-sensei.

“Still, going against your teacher is
a no-go. It doesn’t matter with Kawarasaki-sensei but I don’t want
you doing that to me. I will have to give this cheeky Saiki-kun of
mine a punishment.”

“Eh? Punishment……wha-?!”

Kiss

It really was a sound like that. A
sound that definitely should not be heard in this situation. And, a
soft feeling remained on my cheek. First her breasts and now
this…….hey!

“What the hell are you doing,
Fujiki-sensei?!”

“A kiss.”

“Don’t reply with a shy face! Why a
kiss?!”

“It should be fine to kiss the boy
that I like, right. I wouldn’t be doing that with someone I don’t
like.”

“I’m not the boy you like but your
student, right?!”

“You don’t have to get so aroused
just because I kissed you on the cheek. Here, another punishment.”

Kiss Kiss

T-This person….she followed up twice
after that…..!

“But, with this you should
understand, right? We aren’t in America here and I wouldn’t just kiss
a boy I don’t have any feelings for. My confession was the real deal,
okay?”

“…………..”

For adults, something like this might
be a normal thing. I mean, I’m not familiar with the world of adults,
you know? Thinking that way really is relaxing alright.

“Ahh, that’s right. We’ve already kissed, so call me ‘Maka-sensei’. It’s fine, a lot of the other students also call me like that, so nobody would think that of it as weird. Now, repeat after me, ‘Maka-sensei’.”

“……..”

“It seems you still need
punishment—-”

“Maka-sensei. Yeah, I’ll call you Maka-sensei!”

If she kept going like this, I would be
too happy—–no, just troubled!

Leaving aside the fact how exactly it
would be troublesome, if I can be freed from this, I will gladly
chose that option.

Really, why is this happening?–I
thought.

I’ll just say this
upfront, but my grades are in the middle-class, just like my athletic
abilities and my looks. I’m also not the tallest of the boys. I
wouldn’t call myself an idiot but I’m just a normal high school boy
you can find anywhere.

That
means—–yeah, it must be that.

Truth be told, I
thought it was weird. For a beautiful teacher like her to confess to
a normal, boring student like me—–

“As if that would
happen just like that! What are you planning, Sensei?”

“Eh, eh?”
Seemingly surprised because of my sudden outburst, she finally moved
a step back.

“Sensei, you
should be aware of what status you have in this school. It’s a bit
embarrassing to say it out loud but you’re called the ‘Unobtainable
flower’. Why are you confessing to a Student A kind of guy—-”

“I’m clearly not
such an unobtainable flower—-You should be well aware of that,
right?”

“…….”

It’s just as she
says.

I am probably the
only one in the whole school who knows that she clearly isn’t an
unobtainable flower. She’s taking off her clothes, kissing me on the
cheek and so on. And, she knows…that I know? Huh? Why?

“Woman have
secrets but Saigi-kun hates that, right?”

So she’s got my likes and dislikes
marked already….

“But, this
clearly isn’t about Sensei’s secret right now.”

That’s right, the
conversation was drifting in the wrong direction.

“….It’s true
that I’m a teacher, and you’re a student. I’m an adult, and you’re
still a real minor.”

Why was that ‘real’
part in there?

“I do like you
but—-yes, if Saigi-kun were to accept, I would fail as a teacher.”

“Eh? Well,
yeah…”

Even though she was
the one that confessed, what is this beautiful teacher saying.

“That’s why, if
Saigi-kun were to say yes, I will resign as a teacher and atone for
that as along as I live.”

“What?!”

“Maybe I’ll
become a nun….yeah, there’s a cloister nearby.”

“As if!”

Ah, that wasn’t
formal language. But I couldn’t hold myself back from retorting!
After confessing to me, this sounds way too fishy! On top of that,
why would she go so far if I were to say yes?! I don’t get it!

“I will train you
to fall in love with me. Once that’s done—–it will be our
farewell!”

“So you’d be fine
with that?!”

I give up! I don’t
get anything! Well that was the case at the very beginning too, but
still!

“It’s fine. I
don’t care about the result. Just, I want to teach you while having
this feeling. So you better prepare yourself, Saigi-kun.”

“Uh……”

She came closer to
me, leaned over and looked at me with upturned eyes.

Ugh…for an adult, she’s really
cute.

There are a lot of
people that you could describe as beautiful or lovely, but when she
looks at me with that unbeatable smile, she’s projecting a weird
cuteness onto me…..!

“It’s fine, my
feelings for you are real. I’m sure that you’ll be able to feel the
same sooner or later.”

Her lips were
smiling but her eyes were dead-serious. Completely different from
that teacher when I was in kindergarten. When I had confessed to
her, her eyes were also smiling.

And also, assuming
that she’s serious, how is she planning to train me….?

This
is bad… really bad…. I was keeping my distance from ‘teachers’
but now that question still popped into my head. Probably because her
age wasn’t that far away from mine, I unconsciously treated her as
something special. Her breasts, her slender fingers that lifted up
her skirt, there’s no way I couldn’t pay attention to that!

Love, special
lessons, resigning as a teacher if I confessed to her, she kept on
throwing all these weird topics at me. Her serious eyes are causing a
disturbance inside me.

I shouldn’t be
accepting all of this but my heartbeat wouldn’t slow down.

No good. Her ‘training’ might have
already started….

This —— was
Sensei’s and my prologue. In this deserted room, everything started,
plain and calm.